[James lifts his ringed hand in acknowledgement and stuffs it back in his pockets almost immediately. Trust that bastard to pick up on such things, but fuck it, Bond's not trying to hide facts like that, not when so obviously wearing a band on his finger.
The beckoning has him stepping a few strides closer, but he still keeps his distance, still watches warily and still doesn't discount the possibility of something less than favourable occurring.]
If I'd wanted to kill you, Mister Silva, I would have done so already. Is it even Silva any more?
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The beckoning has him stepping a few strides closer, but he still keeps his distance, still watches warily and still doesn't discount the possibility of something less than favourable occurring.]
If I'd wanted to kill you, Mister Silva, I would have done so already. Is it even Silva any more?